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!!aGLqNDWHQaD 12/18/10(Sat)15:07 No.21991443 File1292702832.png-(103 KB, 499x410, 1292179436175.png)
Sup, bronies. Wrote this last night on a whim, proofed it today.
Feedback is welcome. Please be merciless. It's the only way I'll learn.
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“Twilight! Hey, Twilight! Did you hear abou—wait. Are you crying?”
Twilight Sparkle looked up from the book she had been reading, and quickly turned away from Spike. She should have known better than to read it around this hour: it was about then that Spike usually woke up from his nap and ran into her reading room, all excited about nothing in particular. But she couldn’t help herself, and now he’d gone and found her in the middle of an emotional moment.
“Twilight, what’s wrong?” Spike said, worried about his friend. “Is that book really sad?”
“No,” said the unicorn, turning back to Spike. “it’s not sad at all! It’s…it’s just so beautiful! This writer, Summer Breeze, has got to be the most talented pony poet in all of Equestria! The things she does with words, it’s just…magical!”
Twilight threw her hooves up in the air for emphasis, causing Spike to raise an eyebrow. Upon seeing this, she blushed, and instantly returned to the composed state expected of Princess Celestia’s favorite student.
“Anyway,” Twilight said, in as dignified a tone as she could muster, “Her new book of poems is coming out today! I was so excited I just had to read her old collection again! I pre-ordered it, so I’ll get to be the first pony in town to read it!”
She hopped up and down giddily, giggling with anticipation. This time, Spike raised both eyebrows. Twilight laughed awkwardly and instantly calmed down.
“Actually, Spike, do you know when the mail gets here? I haven’t been in Ponyville long, and you usually bring the mail in to me, so I don’t think I’ve ever even seen the mail carrier!” |